Byron Cornell Ford II

Rookie ((May 13th,1988- / New York)

Ironic - Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II


but it'll be okay....

time will pass and we will forget our failures

sell our investments in insecurities


Her lips give gifts of affection

a recollection(of sorts)

b'cuz technically we never met

never kiss'd

never did nor will

so chill....

icecold baby iceMotherFluck'ncold

have no heart until you have no goals

taught myself into this perception

all i have r these recollections

and this Love i find in her


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

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